[Neither of them particularly wanted to deal with Vecchio getting shot. It was more trouble than it was worth from Stanley's point of view, and if he killed the guy, well... he wasn't a killer, and he'd sure as hell feel the guilt from it, revenge or not. He didn't go in for all that killing for the sake of pride. It should be an eye for an eye, not a life for an eye. Gangs were fucking that one up often enough without Stanley having to add to it. It was better for all involved that this went smoothly, and Vecchio appears smart enough to realise that.
Still, he stays alert, even with the mild reassurance that the Italian won't be trying anything too stupid, offering up a growing smirk as he's glanced at. Smug indeed.
It's obvious enough that the second he lets his guard drop, the other will be on him. It's exactly what Kowalski did back in Vegas. take any chance you can get, even if it's a really bad idea. That's what he did with that bite, the bite that still seems to causing Vecchio some issues. Good.]
Yeah? Great to hear. Hip ain't so bad. Little scar. Nothin' more.
[They exit the elevator without fuss, glad to see initiative used and following in just behind, gun half tucked away against himself just in case anyway comes into the hallway. Stanley doesn't know this place. Doesn't really know the layout, and he briefly thinks that he should have found that out before he started all this, but fuck it, he didn't have time. Not when his travels back to Chicago were all last minute.
It's not worth him fumbling for the right key, so instead he tosses them back to Vecchio with minimal effort, gun still locked on it's target, unwavering. Keys still weren't a match for a bullet. Don't fucking dare, Vecchio.]
I'm sure it'll do. Probably won't wanna live here either after we're through, huh? What's with the move anyway? Mama Vecchio finally get fed up of yer whinin'?
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Still, he stays alert, even with the mild reassurance that the Italian won't be trying anything too stupid, offering up a growing smirk as he's glanced at. Smug indeed.
It's obvious enough that the second he lets his guard drop, the other will be on him. It's exactly what Kowalski did back in Vegas. take any chance you can get, even if it's a really bad idea. That's what he did with that bite, the bite that still seems to causing Vecchio some issues. Good.]
Yeah? Great to hear. Hip ain't so bad. Little scar. Nothin' more.
[They exit the elevator without fuss, glad to see initiative used and following in just behind, gun half tucked away against himself just in case anyway comes into the hallway. Stanley doesn't know this place. Doesn't really know the layout, and he briefly thinks that he should have found that out before he started all this, but fuck it, he didn't have time. Not when his travels back to Chicago were all last minute.
It's not worth him fumbling for the right key, so instead he tosses them back to Vecchio with minimal effort, gun still locked on it's target, unwavering. Keys still weren't a match for a bullet. Don't fucking dare, Vecchio.]
I'm sure it'll do. Probably won't wanna live here either after we're through, huh? What's with the move anyway? Mama Vecchio finally get fed up of yer whinin'?